Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.